Crab Apple Whitewater Lodge
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Continental Breakfast
- Kids activities or Babysitting
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Once people stared to leave camp we packed up some gear and made our way to moose head lake. After an two and half hour drive and going on a very long time on a dirt road we made it to the remote cabin. The lake was stunning and the sunsets and night were beautiful. The next morning we made an early start so we could go on a huge hike up a very thought terrain mountain. After 5 hours of hike we made our way back for tea and then some toasted marshmallow. The next ...
... a kitchen, hot showers, a latrine, and a cabin where you can eat or just hang out.
Julie and I share one cabin, and Grace and Zan another. Grace and Zan barely know each other. This is when they find out if they can stand each other’s company.
The weather is mild, there are no bugs, and we fall asleep with the door to the cabin open. The voices of crickets and loons accompany us to sleep.
Tomorrow is the big day!
... that night! It did not even occur to us that this would be possible but apparently it was one of the best and strongest showings of the year!
We did cut our stay short because of the rain and headed to Quebec City instead.
On our way we stopped at one of the most bizarre little, mosquito ridden ...
It often takes seeing the big picture to understand the beauty in small things. That is what we discovered this morning as we boarded Jack's Air Service in Greenville, Maine to see the colors of fall. Caroline, Thomas, Mark and I made plans to take a seaplane ride to view the changing of the leaves, which happened to be peaking this particular weekend. For 30 minutes we traveled around Moosehead Lake in a single prop Cessna ...
... the plot lines and their beaches. I dreamed about the house Mark and I would built and our dock with a small boat and some kayaks, but the dream of having a house in Maine is always shattered by the same evil thought: the winters are really freaking cold. When I finished my daydream, I drove back into town, walked around the six stores and restaurants until I wandered into the Appalachian Mountain Club building. Here they gave me some flyers and maps about local hikes. I chose a ...